Tasteless
Note: Eh, let's try again.
It was simple, yet still he stared so stupidly at me. The fear in his eyes only made me madder and I just had to bring my paw across his face. He grunted stupidly and jerked to the side stupidly. God I hated him; stupid fucker.
Chains rattled, the sound sharp to my ears. I exhaled through my fangs and hit him again. His muzzle flew to the side, fangs bared as his wolven eyes clenched shut. Stupid fucker, I hate you.
All at once my paws ran down his neck, gracing over his chest. To my touch his nipples hardened and I two quivered with the power. So hot. I salivated all over him, drooling on his bloody thighs like some monster. Well, that's what I am. I'm a monster, a pervert, a bastard of Satan. Yet still I seem to attract the innocents, those blind to any evil.
He started breathing heavily, wincing when my digits touched over the razor wounds in his flaccid dick. Lustful blood found my clawtips, then my pursed lips. His paws writhed against the shackles as he tried to pull his thighs together. As I let him do this I watched his cock flee back into its ripped sheath. The mere sight sent fireworks through me.
Oh no you don't, your not hiding from me. My body pressed into his, stomach against stomach. I forced him against the wall, pulling on his shoulders to strain his biceps. He yelped and tried to bite me out of instinct. This of course only excited me further. Jaws parting, I bit into his throat, holding his head back, threatening to rip it out. He steadied and went limp.
My naked fur meshed with his matted pelt. Body warmth seeped from him too me, reaching my core. The head of my penis dipped and touched his sheath, poking at it, dominating it in every way a pink organ can. But oh the cringing thing wasn't good enough. My soldier needed to march into the battlefield.
I forced my sweaty paws under his armpits and hoisted him upwards. His legs sprawled as I shoved my thighs beneath his buttocks. He clenched against me, knowing all too well what I wanted. This made me grin. Smoothing my digits over his shoulders, I could feel the spittle seeping past my fangs, blending with his neck fur. God I was so fucking hard.
The head touched his anus and he shivered. The puckered entrance squeezed ever harder, not wanting visitors. I chuckled and slapped both palms against his thighs, wedging all my fingers beneath. Claws digging in, his weight was lifted easily. Cock pointed up with a bend to my torso, I let him drop on it. At first he jerked and yipped, teetering on the tip before finally opening up.
In I slipped, finding that warmth, that feeling of rising magma. Taking my mouth from his throat, I glanced over my shoulder and reached for the lever. A simple tug and his chains slacked. As his body dropped, I scooted backwards, putting him in a laying position. He whined and tried to fight me, but the chains tightened and left his arms useless in the air. He was hanging an inch from the dirty floor, swinging as I repositioned myself over him.
Bow forward on my knees, I snarled in his face, holding his legs aloft. His butt was hard as every muscle in him tensed. I gripped him firmly and bucked forward. His prostate grazed my head, guts gurgling as I withdrew slightly. His ass was virgin. I could tell, not only by the pain and shock taking over his face, but by the tightness. Like a woman's cunt he was unwilling to receive me, but I burnt those barriers.
Harder and harder I pumped into him, not relenting, no willing to give him a break as his fingers balled into fists. Each thrust built me up more and more. All the while I watched his stomach contract and bloat, contract and bloat. The pain must be getting to him.
I gritted my teeth as the built up feeling exploded from me into him. Hitting him rapidly, I fought the fading ecstacy. Cum squirted out of his anus around my dick, wetting my balls and his ass. The added slipperiness made my thrusts all the more deeper, threatening to reach up into his organs and scramble them. He howled and convulsed, pulling against the shackles as he did so.
My fun finally ended with a satisfied breath. Pulling out, white dripped all over the floor, gathering in oozing pools before I dropped his ass on it. He hung limp in his chains, eyes closed. This made me chuckle and run my soiled paws up his belly and over his ribs. Leaning forward, he didn't dare open his eyes as my jaws leered near his face. Though it was fun torturing him further, I had worn myself out.
I rose from the floor and stared down on him. Tainted, broken, dominated, I couldn't help but grin all the wider.